She's content, with the little bit.
Of me that I have to give. Although I remind her she should find herself a better fit.
Just *** I don't lie, and I am kind they think I'm worth a ****.  But if they don't mind to waist their time then I will bite my lip.
While I realize that I'd be fine without a face to kiss.  Selfish knowing time will make them mine but only as a wish.
Recently I've seen a few of these had all stayed sweet and true.
Only to achieve a trust that's weak protecting me from you.
I'm convinced that SHE would suffer grief and never free the shrew.
All attempts to breach the armor leaves it harder we have proved.
           Five years down the road start feeling old then start to drop the shield.  Reaping what I sew long left alone, their  waiting lost appeal.  Or maybe I'll have stopped allowing lots to pay the cost to steal.  Only tender thoughts and that is NOT enough to make it real.
      Plus all that depending on if I'm living or if I've lost the will.  I don't mind it ending while I'm winning at least I topped the hill.